A/N: I'm glad we're in agreement that the finale was crazy. It's nice to know I'm not alone! Since it's summertime and the show's off season, my updates may slow down a little bit, but I'm not giving up! Come September I hope to be back on a regular schedule. It's just difficult to write when my child isn't in school.

Also, I don't know if any of you have noticed but I've slipped in some Easter eggs from the old SWAT movie (with Colin Farrell). If you haven't seen it, you should. :-)

Enjoy and happy summer!

"Luca, where's my cereal?" Reagan called out from her pantry, which was just a small closet off the kitchen.

"I'm sorry, Cas! I ate the rest last night. I was gonna pick up some more after work today," the man said as he walked into the room.

Reagan sighed and glanced over at him. "It's only been two weeks, man. You're eating me out of house and home."

"Really, I'm sorry. You just have the best food! That cereal with the little pieces of granola and almond slivers? So good."

"I'm glad you're enjoying it, but sometime I'd like to enjoy it, too," she said, moving to the fridge to get out a carton of eggs. When she opened it, only one remained. She looked up at Luca.

"They're on my list, too."

Reagan let out a groan and slid the carton onto the counter.

"Hey, I'm a growing boy! I get pissy when I'm hungry. No one wants to see that."

She laughed. "Oh, honey, you haven't seen pissy. Seriously. Stop eating my food. I want this to work just as much as you do."

"I doubt that."

"Don't be rude. I'm just saying…I've got your back, but a little more support in the grocery department would be nice."

Luca nodded. "I know, I'm sorry. I'll do better. That was a sore spot for Street and I. I'll be honest, though, I like living with you more. Your couch is comfortable, the beach is right there." He gestured outside. "Your feet don't smell as bad."

"What do you mean 'as bad'? My feet don't smell bad at all. You take it back," she said, smiling.

Luca grinned. "They smell like roses. I guess what I'm trying to say is, thank you for helping me out. I don't know where I would have gone when Street took his mom in."

"What's the deal with her anyway? No one really talks about it. All I know is that she was in prison up until last week. What'd she do, kill someone?" Reagan asked, taking a sip of coffee.

"Yeah, Street's dad."

Reagan choked a little on her drink and put her mug down with a thud. "Woah, I didn't think that was what actually happened. And his father? What the hell?"

"His old man was abusive. She finally got fed up and shot him."

"How old was Street?"

Luca shrugged. "I don't know, just a kid. I think he feels like he owes it to her, to take care of her now since she took care of him."

"Well, yeah, she's his mom."

"But that's not the whole story."

"Then tell me the rest! We don't have to be to work for another hour." She sat down at the small kitchen table, sipped her coffee and waited patiently.

Luca took the seat across from her and told Reagan the story about how Street had gotten in trouble by unknowingly doing his mom's dirty work while she was stuck in prison. Hondo had paid her visit to warn her off Street, which earned him some payback in the form of a false citizen complaint. She denied it, of course, but everyone saw through her—except Street.

"That's super sketchy," Reagan said when Luca finished. "I mean, I get why she offed her husband—abusive is a terrible thing—but that whole last part? Street needs to watch his back."

"Yeah, no kidding. It's probably good that I got out of there when I did."

"Well, I'm happy to have you. Mostly. Just stop eating my food," she said with a smirk.

Gunshots echoed throughout the canyon where each SWAT team was spending a slow afternoon doing target practice. Deacon always liked this place, certainly a lot more than the dark and stuffy range inside their precinct. At least here he got to be out in the California sunshine, which today felt warm and therapeutic.

He watched Reagan line up to start. Her tan arms shimmered with sweat as she clutched a tactical rifle to her shoulder. When Hondo gave her a go, she took the first shot, hit her mark and continued to the next. She did that until she reached the last target. Quickly, she put down the rifle and retrieved the police-issued handgun from her thigh holster. She fired three more rounds and then put away her weapon. She pulled out her foam earplugs and took off the clear glasses on her face.

Hondo jogged forward and checked her targets. When they both got back to the rest of the group, he said, "Four head shots and eleven center-mass. No misses. Nice job, Cas."

They all gave her a high-five or fist bump, except Deacon. He simply nodded and said, "Good job."

"Thanks, boss," she replied, and turned back to talk to Hondo. To everyone else, she had probably sounded casual, maybe even professional, but to him, she just sounded pissed. They hadn't talked since their one night stand. She must have gotten the message that they couldn't be together, as much as he would have liked that. She was so pretty; she took his breath away every single day. She didn't even wear makeup half the time. It was a different kind of attraction. He knew what she was capable of, all of which he found incredibly sexy.

But it wasn't meant to be. They were each in positions that made them completely wrong for each other.

Much to his disdain, he'd noticed her taking a liking to Street—more so than before. Ever since his accident they'd been like two peas in a pod. And Luca, too. The latter had moved in with her, but their relationship was clearly platonic, like a brother/sister thing. He didn't mind that—it kept Luca out of his hair and his apartment—but there was something going on between her and Street. As David, it wasn't any of his business, but as Deacon and team leader, it was very much his business to know what was going on with his team.

"So, tonight at O'Malley's? 9:00?" Chris asked the group.

Hondo and Luca agreed, then Reagan, and finally Street.

When they all looked to Deacon, he didn't get a chance to make up an excuse before Hondo said, "Not you, though! The boss has a hot date."

The bottom fell out of Deacon's stomach. He hadn't meant to tell the other man about his plans tonight, but it had slipped in conversation. He hadn't thought it would come up, though. Hondo wasn't the type to broadcast stuff, definitely not like Luca or Street.

"Nice!" Luca said, giving Deacon a punch in the shoulder. "Who is she? What's her name?"

"Hey, don't give him the third degree, man," Hondo said to Luca.

"You probably shouldn't have said anything then," Deacon fired back, trying to keep the harsh edge out of his voice. He glanced at Reagan for a moment and, fortunately, his aviators did a good job of hiding the track of his eyes. Still, one second of her wounded expression was enough to make it feel like someone had punched him in the heart.

Hondo shook his head, luckily not picking up on the hostility rolling off of Deacon. "Sorry, I should know better by now. But the cat's outta the bag. What was her name again? Darlene? Da—?"

"Danielle," he supplied, and then clenched his jaw tight as he watched it dawn on Reagan just who they were talking about.

"That's it! Danielle! She works at that coffee shop you like, right?" Hondo asked.

"Yeah, she does. Her dad's been trying to set us up forever."

Street scowled. "That sounds kinda weird."

"That's what I thought, too, but I got talking to her this morning and she actually seems pretty nice. We had a laugh about her dad and then agreed to go out once. Nothing huge. Just a dinner date," Deacon said, trying to defuse the situation with Reagan. They may not have been together, but he still felt like he needed to explain it to her.

"Hey, once is all you need!" Luca said with a wink.

Hondo agreed, grinning widely.

Deacon tried to go along with it, but was too preoccupied watching Reagan walk away to the gun table to check her weapons.

Chris looked between them, unsmiling, and said, "You guys are animals," before joining Reagan at the table.

The other guys laughed off her jab, but Deacon could tell she'd meant it. The problem was that he couldn't deny it.

Reagan took an Uber to the bar, already knowing what was in store for her tonight—and it didn't involve driving. It would consist of consuming as many drinks as possible to forget the fact that Deacon was on a date with another woman.

She walked into O'Malley's and spotted her group in their usual corner. She decided to stop there first before getting a drink and was glad she did, because Chris was waiting with a cold Corona.

"You look like you could use this," the other woman said under the rowdy bar noise, just loud enough to Reagan to hear.

They connected eyes and she said, "Thank you. God knows I do."

They'd never outright talked about the night she'd shared with Deacon or anything else like that—not much beyond Chris's own observations on their test day. But Reagan had a feeling that Chris knew what was up between them. She supposed she didn't mind that. It was nice to have someone on her side, rooting for them. Although, there really wasn't much to root for anymore. Deacon had made that abundantly clear between his letter and now tonight's date.

Reagan downed her beer as quickly as she could and then made her way to the bar for another drink.

"What can I get ya, Cassie?" Charlie asked.

"Something strong. Taste is not a priority."

He winced. "Rough day, huh?"

"You could say that."

The older man mixed together a few different types of hard alcohol and added a splash of orange juice. "Strength and taste. I pride myself on not selling my customers short."

Reagan laughed softly. "I appreciate it." She tried the drink, nodded and slipped him a good tip. "Keep 'em coming," she said as she turned away to return to her table.

Two hours later, the majority of the group was ready to call it a night.

"I'll see you all in the morning," Hondo said as he slid out of their booth.

Luca stood, saying, "Hasta mañana mi familia."

Everyone chuckled at his random Spanish, but Reagan didn't move.

"Cas, you want to ride home with me?" he asked.

"Aw, look at you, calling it home," she mused. "Nah, I think I may stay out longer. I've got a pretty good buzz going. You can't mess with that."

"Need a wingman?" Street asked her, smiling.

"Sure. The more the merrier."

Chris looked between them, a slight frown wrinkling her brow. When Luca talked to Street for a minute, she leaned in to say to Reagan, "Are you sure you want to do that?"

"Do what?"

"Go drinking with Street."

Reagan bristled a bit, and said, "You make it sound like he's a creeper, like he's gonna roofie my drink the moment we're alone."

Chris scoffed. "Oh, come on. We both know he's not like that. All I'm saying is…just be careful."

Reagan forced a sweet smile. "Always am."